Writing is a cruel exercise. It can torment you: as it has me. It can lead you to temporary breakdowns: as it has me. The last major bought of writing I had came in the Fall of 2007 through the winter of 2008. In that time I wrote two Master’s Thesis for two separate institutions (one history and one for library science). I nearly destroyed several personal relationships, not to mention stringing myself out on caffeine. In the immediate aftermath I felt a weight lifted from me that I cannot properly explain here. I had clearly accomplished something, but also burned myself out.
Afterwards I embarked on a PhD program. While it sounded like a good idea at the time, it was not. In fact it was a terrible idea. I wanted to pursue my study of information science, but I needed time in the professional world before moving on. I was hanging on to a life that did not fit at the time.
Now I am sitting on mountains of data that I have collected over the past three years regarding student’s use of the library and it is high time that I start writing….again. My goal is to write two posts per month.